Dingxin is the one that seems to cover the largest area.

It is also the most profitable one.

However, according to official registration results, there are only over 200 people in this factory.

In fact, in industrial areas, this is a tacit thing.

The registered employees are seriously inconsistent with the actual number of employees.

Almost every factory here has this phenomenon.

Chen Xin'an spent a whole day wandering around Kambahan.

As night fell, we arrived at this industrial area.

There is a street here, just like the Chinese night market stalls, dedicated to selling food.

There are also bars and restaurants.

Chen Xin'an approached a bar and sat in front of the bar.

He came here after drinking, so he smelled of alcohol and his eyes were a little blurry. He looked like he had drunk a little too much.

There were many customers in the bar, and none of them seemed like good people. They all had fierce eyes and tattoos on their bodies.

These people seemed to be wary of strangers, looking at him with all their eyes.

The bartender came over and asked in Inca.

Chen Xin'an waved her hands impatiently and said, "What did you say? I really don't understand!"

The eyes of the people around him lit up, and someone said: "They are Chinese!"

Soon a dazzlingly dressed young woman came over and asked in authentic Chinese:

"Handsome, are you alone? Can you buy me a drink?"

Chen Xin'an glanced at her and grinned: "Okay! Beauty, buddy, you have nothing but money!

Order whatever you want to drink, I'll buy it!

Who makes us fellow villagers?

Am I right?"

The beauty smiled coquettishly and snuggled into his arms. She rolled her eyes charmingly, put her mouth on his chin and said, "In this case, I won't be polite!"

Chen Xin'an chuckled and grabbed her hand that quietly reached into her pocket, burped and said:

"You're welcome to drink, but don't take advantage of me, I'm a serious person!"

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Chapter completed!